Paroles

Diesel powers eighteen wheels are rolling as I Pull it on to the interstate I got thirteen hours to make my destination and I Don't wanna stop to check my way There won't be no sleep for me tonight no I gotta be hitting Tulsa by first morning light I'm a prisoner of the highway Driven on by my restless soul Call me a prisoner of the highway Imprisoned by the freedom of the road I've run freight out of wheeling, West Virginia And U.S. steel from Bethlehem And I've rolled tobacco out of the Carolinas California wines into Birmingham Some people work just to survive, yeah But up here in this cab is when I'm most alive I'm a prisoner of the highway Driven on by my restless soul Call me a prisoner of the highway Imprisoned by the freedom of the road, yeah Got a wife living back in Tennessee She tries to understand the way I feel I could give my hands to another line of work But my heart would always be behind the wheel Call me a prisoner of the highway Driven on by my restless soul I am a prisoner of the highway Imprisoned by the freedom of the road We are prisoners of the highway Driven on by our restless soul Yeah we are prisoners of the highway Imprisoned by the freedom of the road Don't you know I'm a prisoner of the highway (ooh) Driven on by my restless soul (yeah) We are prisoners of the highway (here we go) Imprisoned by the freedom of the road That's right
Writer(s): Mike Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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